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The Seduction of Don
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The Seduction of Don
Don drove from National airport in the rental car. Not having been to D.C. in
some time, he was somewhat worried about getting lost. This was particularly
true in that he was not going to the convention site in the city, but to a
very special meeting in Laurel, Maryland.
After about an hour of driving and a couple of wrong turns, he saw the house
number he was looking for and pulled in the driveway. He got his suit bag out
of the trunk and walked up to the front door. But before he knocked he took a
couple of deep breaths. While he had seen photos of her, he wondered if she
would be as beautiful as she appeared to be on film. And if she was, would she
find him attractive enough to take those special steps into womanhood she had
talked about.
Marshaling his courage he knocked. The latch on the door turned and it
opened. There she was. If he had not had the shoulder strap on, he would have
dropped his bag. She was that beautiful. The first thing he noticed was her
hair. A full thick mass of reddish brown hair, the sides were pulled back into
a luxurious pony tail. A big black satin bow was added over the clip. It was
at once innocent and elegant.
Don's eyes traced their way down her form as if they were led by a map. Her
big, schoolgirl eyes were colored on their lids in a way that most coeds didn't
dream of. Her long, long lashes set her eyes into a permanent seductive droop.
Her cheek bones were high and shaded to enhance their contours. Her lips were
lined and creamy. The shine was perfect.
She was dressed in a full, fuzzy sweater that somehow showed off her curves.
Her full breasts made their presence felt through the thick material. She had
on a black, leather skirt that was a stark but sensual contrast to the softness
of the sweater. The skirt was worn to show off her obviously long, shapely legs.
Spiked heeled, black pumps caused her legs to look tapered while they shaped
her calves and push her tush outward.
As I stood there in awe, without the capacity for active thought, she smiled.
At that point I knew my worries were unfounded.
"Come in, dear." She said, in a soft, deeply seductive voice.
Her long nailed hand reached out for mine and closed around it. I set my bag by
the door and she took my coat and hung it up. I was glad for the opportunity to
see her from behind. Her full behind swayed smoothly as she walked. Her long
full hair bounced in a way that would have been cute if it weren't so sexy.
Her legs looked longer and more shapely from behind. At the closet, she pivoted
on her stiletto heels and faced me. A smile again showed the fullness of her
lips. But this time it was not the warm greeting as before. This was a wicked,
wanton smile of a tigress looking at her next meal.
"You haven't told me what you think." She purred as she put her hands on her
hips, cocked them to one side to show off, and thrust out her full breasts.
"My God, your more beautiful than I could have imagined." I replied
breathlessly.
"Then show me what you think." She beckoned to me with her long nailed hands
and full pouting lips. I practically fell across the room and into her embrace.
We melted into each other's arms. I could feel her lush breasts pressing
against my chest. I slid my hands around her little waist and held her close. I
ground my rock hard erection into her thing and was rewarded by the firmness in
her skirt that I desired. I wrapped my hands around her leather clad ass and
squeezed her soft bottom as I pulled her closer to me.
She reached up to my neck and traced her nails across my skin as she enclosed
my face in her firm grip. As she got closer I could smell her perfume, and felt
it add to the passion that was building. I leaned into her to kiss those full
lips, but she avoided my kiss.
"Ohhhh don't spoil the look yet baby." She smiled as she knew what she was
doing to me. To be so close to the mouth that has been calling to me for so
long and not to be able to kiss it was torture. But that is what she had in
mind all along. She opened her mouth and I pressed for a kiss again. Instead
she bit my lower lip and firmly held it in her teeth.
"When you are ready lover." She teased.
We broke our hug and she led me to the couch. I sat first and she perched her
soft bottom on my lap. She had to reposition a couple of times to get my hard
on positioned so that it was in a spot that she could use her ass to further
arouse it but also so that it was not painful. She kept moving her hips so that
I continually was stimulated. the softness of her ass encased firmly in leather
was exquisite.
As she sat with her face above me and out of kissing range I explored her
body again. I reached out and cupped her marvelous breast in my hand. It was
perky and warm. The nipple was erect and I fondled all of it tweaking her
nipple as I did so. I got in a position to feel the other one and raised my own
levels of excitement as I kneaded those full fleshy globes.
She licked her lips in appreciation of the arousal that was emanating from
her breasts. She unbuttoned my shirt and reached into it to fondle my chest and
nipples in return. Her kneading and teasing my nipples with her nails was
causing me to get erect also. We continued to play this game of mutually
copping feels of each other till our breathing got heavy enough to evidence our
arousal.
My hand dropped to her nylon encased thigh. I ran my fingers up and down her
long leg, feeling the firmness and fullness of her. She pointed her toe as I
reached her foot so that the length and taper were dramatized. I felt the
smoothness of her pump and the spike of her heel. I moved back up her leg till
I got to the top of her nylon. A little "ohhh" escaped her as I began to feel
the softness of her skin. I moved along the top of her nylon sliding in and out
of her garters with my fingers.
Emboldened by her cooing, I slid my hand up deeper into her crotch. There was
the object of my explorations. Her maleness was throbbing as I touched IT.
It jumped at my touch. I closed my fingers around her hot shaft, sliding my hand
up till I felt her wetness. I used her own fluids to lubricate her further. The
moistness allowed me to smoothly stroke her. She moaned with delight as I
continued my massage of her lovely clit. She put her hands on my shoulders and
rose from my lap. As she stood directly in front of me, she slid her nails under
the hem of her skirt and lifted it till the tip of her maleness was exposed.
"Show me how much you want me, baby" she breathed, in a husky voice.
I took her shaft in my hand and resumed my stroking. I wanted her to be
covered in juice when I went further. One last time I slid my hand to the bottom
of her shaft and held it tight and straight out. Then I moved my lips to her and
kissed the end of her maleness. The smell of the perfume she had strategically
applied to her crotch was mixed with the muskiness of her pre cum. I took her
into my mouth and began to suck. I wrapped my lips around her long hard shaft,
and worked her to the back of my mouth. I wanted to have all of her in my mouth.
I got to the base of her shaft and then began to move my head back and forth.
As I did so, she ran her fingers through my hair to position her long nails
at the back of my head. With my head firmly in her grip, she began to fuck my
mouth. She spread her legs further so she could thrust her hips better. I held
onto her with one hand. After all I didn't want her to pop out of my mouth.
With the other hand I caressed her ass cheek. Not content with the softness of
it, I moved further back to her tight crack. I slid my finger along her opening
feeling the blood pounding in it. I pressed the tip of my finger to her hole,
only to be surprised at the wetness of the lubricant.
I continuing sucking, and she continuing to enthusiastically fuck my face.
I then slid my finger into her. I began to finger fuck her, feeling for the
gland that would make her loose it. I was obviously having an effect because her
moans took on a more urgent quality. Just as she began to twitch with that
oh-so-familiar pre cumming motion, she pulled herself out of my mouth. I
reached out for her but she resisted.
"I want to make you into the little slut you so obviously are!" she said,
with a hint of a sneer in her voice. "Strip, you little bitch!"
I complied with great enthusiasm, but was a little self conscious of my now
throbbing erection. She led me to the boudoir where she had a cosmetologist
style makeup table with lights and mirrors everywhere. She sat me on the padded
chair in front the mirror and swiveled it so that I was facing sideways.
"That's so I can sit here," she said, as she parked her lush bottom on my
lap," and still reach my paints and powders."
She looked at me for a moment appraising the task ahead of her. I felt like a
canvas awaiting the brush strokes of a master (or Mistress, in this case).
"Well, I don't have time to waste with these!" she cried, as she pointedly
plucked my eyebrows. I had been thinning them over a period of time so that the
changes were not noticeable, but the effect was not dramatic enough for her.
"If you were Brooke, then you could get away with these, but you are going to
be my doll to dress as I see fit." she said, as she reached into her makeup
case and pulled out a glue stick. She rubbed it on my eyebrows 'til they were
covered and totally smooth. Then she got out the liquid foundation and liberally
applied it to my whole face and neck. I kept my eyes tightly shut while she was
applying it like a coat of paint. She lit a cigarette, while the base coat dried
a bit, and then renewed her efforts with various powders to cover and blend.
I could tell that she was covering any possible sight of a beard, even
though I had shaved as closely as possible before I arrived. She added color to
thin my nose, raise my cheekbones, and sink my cheeks inward. She then turned
her attention to my eyes. I saw her get an eyebrow pencil and could feel her
draw a high arching line that was going to be very dramatic. I was going to be
much more of a doll than would be passable on the street.
She got out a set of very long, full and dark lashes and a tube of glue. She
applied the glue to the lashes and told me to keep my eyes open but not to move.
She carefully attached the lashes to my eyes and waited for the glue to dry.
She blended them with my own lashes, using enough mascara to satisfy the needs
of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. When she finished, I could not raise my lids
fully. I knew that I was doomed to have a permanent "fuck me!" look on my face.
She then lined my eyes so that they took on a slant that made me have an almost
oriental appearance. She started on my lids with shades of green to accent my
eye color. Then she accented those shades with a whitish silvery topping.
My lips were next, and she was in full concentration here. I think she
wanted them to look as full as her own luscious ones. She lined them with a
dark pencil, and filled them with a bold shade of creamy red. She added a touch
of lighter color to the middle to make them fuller and more noticeable.
She then sat back and looked over her work. She touched up a spot here and
there, but seemed quite satisfied in general. She them reached into a box and
pulled out what looked like a flesh skull cap. She applied glue to my forehead
and temples and pressed the cap to the glue. She had me hold the sides while
she pressed down on the front.
"We won't have time to reapply each wig I want you to wear, so this will
make the job go faster. Look at the slut you are becoming." she proclaimed
I turned to the mirror and was shocked at my appearance! Ignoring the hairless
male chest and bizarre bald head, I had a very feminine and fairly pretty face.
But I didn't have long to comptemplate my "new" look. She grabbed me by the
hand and stood me up.
"Its shaping time for my party doll." she said, as she pulled out a white
satin corset. She slipped it around my body and I helped attach the hooks. Then
she wrapped the laces in her hands and pulled hard. I could feel the air being
driven out of my lungs by the constriction on my diaphragm.
"This is not enough. Come here." she insisted.
I got on the floor and she kneeled on my back and pulled the laces straight
upward. I thought that I was being cut in half. She tied off the laced and
ordered me to rise. I glanced in the mirror and saw the now nipped waist of a
bald girl in the mirror. My hips did look a lot more feminine as they seemed
to flair from my new waist. She then slipped a padded push up bra onto my chest.
"Gee, this is kind of tight." I commented.
"As it needs to be for you girls with little development. If you went
through the hormones and breast pump treatments like I did, you might not need
this." she said. She then inserted pads into each cup and manipulated my flesh
up and in so that I had some cleavage to my chest. She then attached a white
garter belt, and had me sit and roll a pair of virginal white lace stockings
up my legs, and attach them to the garters. A pair of very high heeled white
pumps set off my legs beautifully. She then handed me a pair of shoulder length
lace gloves that had open fingers, and I put them on.
"We can't have any impediments to you using your hands, or showing off your
nails." she noted, as she got out a set of press-on, showgirl length nails in
a frosty color that matched my lips.
"Now, for the crowing glory." she said, as she opened up a footlocker,
reached in, and came up with a elegant blond wig. I couldn't help but to
notice that there was more than a passing resemblance to the big hair that
was on every Barbie doll. She was serious about making me into her party doll!
As she touched up the wig with a brush and sprayed it, she said, in a soft
satisfied voice, "Check yourself out, my little love-doll!"
I looked in the mirror and was stunned. Looking back at me was a girl that
would make the pope hard. She batted her long lashes at me and pursed her lips
seductively. Her large breasts jutted from the chest. Her narrow waist accented
her full womanly hips. Her legs smoothly flowed into their spiked heeled
enclosures. Her graceful hands ended in long dagger like claws. And in the
middle of it all was a full, raging hard on.
I saw her move behind me in the mirror. She slid her hands around my waist,
and pulled me closer. I could feel her hardness also responding to my new,
attractive image. I reached back with one hand behind her ass to pull her
hardness tighter, and reached for her head with the other to steal a kiss.
"No, Baby." she said, smiling. "You are a perfect boy-toy now, and you
are going to have your tight, virgin cherry taken by an ever more perfect
boy-girl." she sighed, as her hands roamed across my body.
She led me forward to the makeup table. She pushed my shoulders down so
that my elbows were resting on the table and my ass was thrust out, perched
precariously on my heels. I closed my eyes exactly when she rubbed some
lubrication into my waiting hole.
"Keep your eyes open dear. You have never seen anything like this before!"
she breathed into my ear.
I lifted my head and looked into the mirror. Here again was the new me in
total exotic femininity, but rising above me was a red headed goddess. She was
more beautiful now than before. The passion she was feeling was swelling her
lips and I could see her nipples had gotten hard. She was flush with the heat
and it made her erotic beauty even more desirable.
"Please Mistress, make me a woman now!" I begged.
"Not just a woman, but something infinately better." she replied, her voice
dripping with passion. "You're mine forever, baby!" she sighed and with that
comment, I felt the hardness of her cock press against my tight ass hole.
There was a moment of discomfort when she pushed past the opening, but then
the pressure built as she sunk her long shaft all the way into me. When she
was buried to the hilt, she stopped and held me tight, cupping her hands over
my new full breasts.
"Now, you're really going to love this, babe." she promised, and I felt
her begin to piston her cock back and forth. At first I just held the table
and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. She was a big girl and it felt so good
to be filled up by my lover.
But soon, I began to respond to her pumping. I met her thrusts with a
backward rocking of my hips. The heels made this harder to accomplish, but it
did feel sexier to be almost falling all of the time. I wasn't too worried,
though, as she had a firm grip on me.
I stared into the mirror watching these two sexy babes fucking and getting
fucked. They were dramatically feminine,even as they were obviously able to
be the aggressors in the sex act. I saw her staring back at me in desire. We
smiled at each other, and batted our lashes simultaneously.
After a while, I could tell that she was getting close by her moans and the
timing of her thrusts. I must have right, because she then wrapped her
manicured fingers around my cock. She began to furiously stroke me with the
clear intent of making me cum.
"My cum will be your cum." she moaned, in a low sultry voice, as I felt
her stiffen inside me and felt her cock throb. She shot her load in my ass,
but as she did, I came also. She was right. It felt as if the cum I was
loosing was being replaced in my body with the cum of my lover. The spasms
diminished and we stayed still, with her still buried deeply in me.
"Well, Barbie, what do you think of this now?" she cooed, as she reached
across the table for a towel to clean her hand, but I caught it with mine and
brought it to my creamy red lips.
"Look, babe. Now I AM your party doll." I said, as I licked my cum from her
hand and passionately sucked on her long nailed fingers.
"Yes, indeed you are, but I think its time for a new hairstyle and dress
for my doll." she said, smiling, "This is just the beginning..."
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